The Clouds, - The Only Birds That

We See Past Time In A Telescope And Present Time In A Microscope. Hence The Apparent Enormities Of The Present.

To Love Is The Half Of To Believe.

A Wretched Woman Is More Unfortunate Than A Wretched Man.

Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like A Drop Of Dew On A Flower.

This First Glance Of A Soul Which Does Not Yet Know Itself Is Like Dawn In The Heavens; It Is The Awakening Of Something Radiant And Unknown.